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Cold winds howled, snow and ice fell, and after the bombardment of two years ago, the mountain range was once again covered in snow and ice. If you look closely, you can also see the basketball court-like craters under the ice and snow.

Winter is coming, and this world seems to be even colder.

I don't know what year, month, or day, the earth cracked suddenly, and the snow shook, as if it were about to cause an avalanche. A figure covered in green light seemed to rise from the gate of hell to the sky, accompanied by the earth, and went straight up to the cloud dome from the cracks.

"Roar~"

In the air at a height of 100 meters, the figure looked up to the sky and roared, like a dragon chanting and a phoenix. The howling sound shook for ten days and nine places, and the snow several feet deep on the distant mountain peaks trembled, like thousands of horses galloping down in unison.

"The sword rises. ”

Stretched out his hand and patted the small sword on his waist gently, and there was a sword sound in this world. The sound of 'whoosh' pointed to the long sky, circled back and forth, and turned into a nine-foot long sword that stopped in the void and swung and swayed.

On the body of the sword, the word "return to ruins" seems to be attached to the flood and famine, and the fairy spirit is curling.

The river fish stepped on the body of the sword, with his hands behind his back, his long hair flying in the wind, and his broken clothes hunting in the wind. Just like the immortals in ancient mythology, riding the wind and sword, standing proudly between heaven and earth.

Through the crystal clear body, you can see the five internal organs, six internal organs, muscles and bones, and blood vessels. It is like a glass treasure body, exuding a soft and sacred cyan luster. The qi and blood in the body are as vigorous as a water pump, and they are ten times more vigorous than before.

The long hair of the river fish is as black as ink, and the eyes are like an abyss, and there is no joy or sorrow in it. stepped on the Guiru Sword like this, and his eyes had a spirit of looking at the world.

Before the two cloud burst bombs landed that day, the river fish hid in the Guiru Sword, hooked the formation base, and escaped into the land of dozens of meters in advance. Even though he was hiding dozens of meters underground, he still felt the devastating power from above.

If it weren't for the fact that the ruins themselves were a spatial magic weapon, and the heavenly immortals had personally set up a remnant array to resist, perhaps the river fish would have died under the two flowers of destruction. In the past two years, Jiangyu has stopped cultivating all the time, and all the opportunities left by the Immortal of the Imperial Sword have been refined by Jiangyu.

"It's a pity that the planned medicine has not been refined, and I am detained by the surrounding environment, so I can only refine these heavenly and earthly treasures in a hurry and ingest the true essence in them. However, even so, the massive amount of medicinal materials like mountains has also allowed me to cultivate rapidly, and I will be promoted to the late stage of foundation building, and my divine body will also reach the point of small success. ”

When it comes to this time, the river fish is quite satisfied.

The powerful energy seemed to be uncontrollable, rolling up waves of qi around it, and even the ice and snow that fell around it seemed to be frozen in the void, like a picture freeze. The ribcage of the river fish agitated, and two white horses rolled out of the nostrils, as if a storm was blowing.

"That's the real power. ”

The river fish both clenched tightly, and the eyes shot out with excitement, running through a radius of dozens of zhang.

Now that the divine body is small, if you face the original two cloud burst bombs again, why do you need to hide underground, you can resist with just your physical body. It was Fu Yunchang and Po Sa Arhat who were here, and the river fish only needed one punch to kill.

"In the later stage of foundation building, I have already sensed the power of the Jindan stage, but if I want to take another step, I don't know how long it will take? ”

That's it.

Jiang Yu's eyes looked at the sky, and he whispered:

"Good you Caterina, good you Lijian Zhonghe, I know what you can do. Now, it's time for you to look at my methods. ”

……

At the foot of the mountains, more than 40 kilometres from the Ras Mountains, the town of yesteryear has been brought back to life. On the same day, the Mi side announced that the Rass Mountains had caused a super avalanche and submerged it. In order to provide humanitarian relief and speed up the construction of the town, the Mimecan side allocated hundreds of millions of dollars to rebuild the town and reassure the people.

For the repeated echelon bombing, he never said anything. Most of the town's residents died in the cloudburst bombs and avalanches, and even if a few escaped occasionally, they were quickly controlled by the mysterious group and never seen again.

It's a new group of people who are back in town, and they don't know what happened two years ago.

In the bar, big men sat around, and the sound of conversation was endless. Westerners are known for their strong physique, and this is a place of extreme cold, where the locals are short-tempered, drinking like water, adding a bottle of high-height volts to their stomachs, and their faces are not red and their hearts are not beating.

Fights and brawls are the norm in small towns. The next table fights, the bottles break, the benches fly, and the side table turns a blind eye, as if nothing has happened, and still drinks calmly.

"What bullshit avalanche?"

A gruff voice resounded through the bar, attracting most of the eyes.

I saw a sturdy man with a sloppy appearance and a black robe with angry eyes, and slapped the table to retort: "I have said it thousands of times, but no one believes me." Treating human life as a mustard, the Mi side dropped a cloudburst bomb in the Rass Mountains, causing an avalanche that killed countless lives. If you don't believe me, dig with a pickaxe, and maybe you'll be able to dig up a few charred corpses. ”

The town only knew that this man had been a blacksmith before, and the reason why he wore a black robe was because seventy percent of the skin on his body was burned, and his face was hateful, like an evil ghost.

Whenever someone talks about the super avalanche that flooded the town two years ago, the drunken blacksmith angrily retorts about it. Over time, everyone got used to it, and treated him as a madman, and no one fought with him.

"Hey, why did Mi Fang throw a cloudburst bomb?"

Someone asked with a smile.

The blacksmith yelled, "How many times have I said it, because Mi Fang wanted to kill a few powerful gods, and conventional weapons were useless, so he dropped those two cloud burst bombs." Before that, hundreds of missiles had been fired but none of them had been able to kill the gods. Even the 35 fighters in the sky were all cut down by a long mang. ”

The crowd laughed.

It's a powerful god again, and it's bombed by a missile, and it's as illusory as a movie.

"Then you can describe to us, what is that long mang?"

Someone asked casually.

The blacksmith's eyes were glazed, as if he was caught in a memory, and it was not difficult for everyone to see the fear on his face hidden under the black robe.

He whispered: "It is like a golden light, more than ten zhang long, like the tail flame of a meteor falling, going up into the nine heavens and going down into the netherworld, and the speed of flying is even faster than that of a sonic fighter." At the core, it looks like a long sword. ”

"Old blacksmith, you're afraid you've been frightened by an avalanche and hallucinated, how can there be a person in this world who can't be blown up by a missile? It's almost a god-like existence, it's not credible, it's not credible. ”

Many shook their heads secretly.

How can there be so many bizarre things in the world?

Although they believe in God, it is only a spiritual belief, and there is no supernatural power in the world in the eyes of the intellect. The old blacksmith was so frightened that he had fantasies and believed it.

It's pitiful.

Everyone shook their heads and regretted that they no longer ridiculed this person.

At a deserted table, the blonde drank calmly, her two snow-white slender legs exposed, but not frozen in the slightest. She has a charming face, a convex and backward figure, and has the delicate beauty of a Chinese woman, which is like a goddess in Western aesthetics.

After the town was built, this blonde beauty of mysterious origin has been living here and becoming a member of it. Regardless of wind and rain, no matter the snow or cold, she came at a fixed time every day as scheduled, sitting at that small table, sitting for a day.

The business of the bar is so hot, most of them come to admire the woman's charming appearance. At first, the flirting of ruffians was indispensable, and since the five big men were overturned by her, no one dared to underestimate this woman.

At this time, a black-haired, black-eyed, ragged Oriental teenager walked in, asked for a cup of strong rum, and after drinking it to his stomach, he asked calmly: "Boss, do you know what month and day this year is?"

It was spoken in Huaxia, but everyone could understand the meaning.

The boss spoke: "The year is April 11, 2015. ”

The Oriental boy stared at him and was stunned:

"What, it's been two years?"

Everyone looked at the young man curiously, and the audience was quiet, just like the Chinese people were very curious when they saw a foreigner, and these foreigners also looked up and down when they saw a Chinese person.

Everyone didn't notice that the blonde woman sitting at the small table drinking alone had her back to the oriental boy, and after hearing the voice, her delicate body froze suddenly. The wine glass was frozen in mid-air, and the whole person was stunned like a statue.

"He's back?"

Smack!

The wine glass fell to the ground, the girl's delicate body trembled rapidly, the voice seemed to evoke some kind of terrifying memory for her, and her charming face was instantly occupied by horror.

As if feeling a cold gaze resting on her back, Caterina hurriedly got up, took three steps and made two steps, and under dozens of stunned glances, ran to the young man's side, and bent down at ninety degrees:

"Kate, bye... Meet the Lord of the Nine Desolations. ”

Suddenly, there was a dead silence in the hall.